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March 01, 2010
Where are all the desktop computers going? Could it be to the "great dinosaur land in the cyber-sky"?
March 01, 2010
Now at the small screen, but striving to reach the big screen!
December 30, 2009
I.B. Nosey interviews romance author, Diane Craver. She may need a glass of Miss Mae's famous lemonade to be alert enough to handle this cyber reporter.
December 15, 2009
I.B. Nosey's sticking his nose in Miss Mae's face. Will it get bloodied?
September 22, 2009
She was abused for several years, but with our love, we were able to draw out her gentle, meek spirit.
July 20, 2009
Love, loyalty, and friendship can arrive at unexpected moments.
June 21, 2009
Can a courageous man fight against, and win, over the taunts of a lurking spider?
May 17, 2009
Star Trek is a roller coaster ride, but there's a minor flaw in the track.
January 14, 2009
Why do people want to kiss, and to be kissed? Is there a scientific reason to explain this desire?
December 15, 2008
You can still escape even in a downward economy.
November 17, 2008
Paul Levinson, The Plot to Save Socrates author, appears at Pure Southern Genteel's blog.
September 15, 2008
That cyber reporter, I.B. Nosey, is at it again! This time he's interviewing Sir O. Yuri Wiseguy-eh. It seems Yuri and Heathcliff are rather clinging to a delicate situation...
July 14, 2008
Can nature have a conscience? Perhaps there's more feeling in our environment than we may realize.
June 12, 2008
What if you lived in Victorian London, the time of Jack the Ripper? What if you were one of the women he attacked, yet you managed to escape? And what if you knew he needed to find you and silence you before you identified him?
New maid Dorcy Edwards spurns her wealthy employer's attempts to seduce her. When he becomes a victim of the person the newspapers call "Jack the Ripper," estranged son Gareth Davenport returns to London to handle his father's affairs. Dorcy puzzles over what the handsome, brooding heir might be hiding behind his eye patch and black leather gloves. As circumstances unfold to expose the killer's identity, Dorcy's plunged into a nightmare, convinced Gareth is none other than the infamous murderer. But is Dorcy's life what Gareth seeks? Or nothing more easily broken than her heart?
May 14, 2008
She's not forgotten, so I don't consider her gone.
January 15, 2008
Today is my 36th wedding anniversary.
I hear a lot of, "Throw it away. It´s disposable", or "That´s not worth the paper it´s written on", and even, "It doesn´t grow on trees." (That´s not been thought through, obviously). In any case, paper´s been getting a ...
November 14, 2007
Does anyone remember those old commercials of McDonald’s that advertised the Big Mac burgers? They’d show cars with bumper stickers that read: “Caution. Driver of this vehicle subject to Big Mac attacks.”
Lately, I’ve had trouble with my PC. Well, to be honest, I’ve had problems ever sinc...
October 17, 2007
“Dear Diary,
What a fun night! After the movies, Jimmy took me to The Sweat Shack. All the gang was already there dancing to a record on the jukebox. We yanked off our shoes and sock-hopped right into ‘Rock ‘Round the Clock’. Jam-packed against another couple, we dodged stomping feet and flai...
September 17, 2007
C'mon, admit it. You're intrigued by the title, aren't you?
But you realize, of course, the intelligence of mice. Because of their brilliant IQ, they're chosen to conduct laboratory tests. I sure couldn't pass those lab tests (and I don't want to, either), but mice apparently do so—with flying...
June 19, 2007
I read that Burger King is now offering Spam for breakfast in Hawaii. I guess the islanders love the stuff. You know Spam, surely? It comes vacuum-sealed in a can that you have to peel open. It’s pale pink and when you shake it from the can it lands—kerplunk!—like a giant pencil eraser onto yo...
May 08, 2007
You just can’t be prepared for when you might witness history. Well, perhaps we’re living history every day of our lives. But you know what I mean. Those really significant moments like the crash of the Hindenberg, or the sinking of the Titanic, or even 911 stands out in our memories. If you liv...
April 16, 2007
Last April we purchased a living mop. We decided our black Lab mix dog, Lovey, needed a playmate. (I grew tired of being her chew toy, thank you very much!) Off we went to our local humane society and looked over the varied assortment. While our hearts bled at all the animals begging for our l...
March 07, 2007
Greetings to all cyberspace-nauts. I. B. Nosey here, your official unofficial reporter. Today I'm wandering through the land, wondering what news we can find, and whadda ya know? I see a little girlie up ahead.
Nosey: Hey, there. And what's your name?
Girl: I'm Alice. Who are you?
No...
February 06, 2007
AN INTERVIEW WITH…R.R. HOOD
Hello again to all cyberspace-nauts! This is your official unofficial reporter, I. B. Nosey, coming to you live from Deep Within the Forest. I hear great wailing and gnashing of teeth, so let’s investigate and find out what’s going on…
Nosey: Hello, and who mig...
January 08, 2007
AN INTERVIEW WITH…
Greetings to all cyberspace-nauts! I. B. Nosey here, your official unofficial reporter. Today I’m with Mother Goose as news has reached us that she’s all a-flutter about flying the coop! Let’s see if she’ll share a few words…
Nosey: Mother Goose! What’s up?
Goose: ...
December 06, 2006
“Srenroc Ydlom.” Tilting his head sideways, Moose read the faded, paint-chipped words aloud. The rusted sign hung askew on its one hinge, squeaking in the night air like a mouse with its whiskers caught beneath a ten-ton elephant.
Wrap Periwinkle, who aimed the flashlight’s beam on the plate swi...
November 13, 2006
Something scratched my cheek. Opening my right eye to a mere crack, I saw a black nose in a furry face, long gray whiskers close enough to brush against me and—
“Yikes!” Bolting upright from my prone position on the ground, I sat up and stared at the creature. Beneath the brown fedora, the fur...
October 26, 2006
Another issue begins right where we left off, dear reader. Recall I’m following Sir O. Yuri Wiseguy-eh around his candy plantation on Gum Drop Island (you heard right—that’s music playing in your ears). Simply lean back, enjoy it, and listen to our story…
A member of Yuri’s staff is pruning vin...
September 19, 2006
“Here we are!” Yuri announced as he and I arrived, quite breathless, atop the mountain’s summit.
You’ll recall, dear reader, how in the last issues I left one island home, Noplace in Particular, for this new home, Gum Drop Island. (I know what you’re thinking and I agree with you. That music i...
September 15, 2006
“Land ahoy!” cried Captain Bootlegs.
“Don’t you mean Chips Ahoy?” questioned Sir O. Yuri Wiseguy-eh.
“You’re thinking cookies,” replied Captain Bootlegs, “as in chocolate chips.”
“Oh, yes.” Yuri adjusted his monocle over his right eye. “I daresay you’re correct.”
And I, leaning over th...
September 04, 2006
I’ve always heard the Beginning is a good place to start. I’m not exactly sure where Beginning is located, so I hope you’ll bear with me if I start Someplace between Here and There. My memory tells me I was either Here or There, most definitely at Someplace one summer day when, as a young lass, I...
August 21, 2006
The newspaper ad read, “Easy to tame. Teach them to talk." That was my first consideration of acquiring a parakeet for a pet. My neighbor across the street had one. It sat in its cage, twittered once in a while, and was colorful to watch. I decided that was enough positives. Next day I travele...